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Sun Yat-sen once famously proclaimed, “the 21st Century will be the Ccentury of White worship.”

As the Chinese, and East Asian in general, become more wealthy–which means more interactions with westerners; more well educated–which means more westernized; and more civilized–which means more docile, more submissive, and more feminized, and which also means more infatuated and indebted to the superior western civilization. for being civilized is being western-civilized, East Asian women will become more liberated, more successful, and more independent, and which in turn means that East Asian women will become more powerful and will have more voices in the daily workings of East Asian politics, economy, and public discourse. But as we all know, East Asian women regard White Men as the most superior men, most suitable for mating, so that means, despite of all the progress, wealth, and power that East Asia accrues, East Asian women will still favor White Men over East Asian men and in fact this trend will even exacerbate in the 21st Century as East Asian men become more docile, more passive and more insufferably effeminate–the sexual biology of females dictates that women everywhere desire more manly men. Well, does that not imply that, in the end, White Men will be the true beneficiaries of this newly discovered East Asian wealth, does that not imply that White Men will still be the most celebrated, most highly desired men, does that not imply that, despite of all the clamor about the 21st Century as being the Chinese Century, the 21st Century will actually become the Century of White Men and East Asian women, or, to put it more bluntly, the Century of White worship, for who else worship White Men as feverishly, as fervently, and as earnestly as East Asian women?

Before I proceed further, let me clarify some terminology. When I speak of East Asian cultures, I really mean sinic cultures, that is, those that have been deeply influenced by Confucian ideologies, such as, but not limited to, mainland Chinese, Hong Kong Chinese, Taiwanese, Korean, Japanese, Singaporean, and those fragments of the Chinese diaspora within South East Asian countries such as the Phillippines, Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, and also even of western countries such as Canada, America, Australia, and of the European continent. When I speak of “East Asian”, I really mean “sinic”, which really means “Chinese”, but in our modern terminology, Chinese takes on a narrow meaning than what is actually embeds.

East Asia, like no other, is going through rapid modernization; The entire region is achieving the level of modernization in decades what took the west centuries. In this torrent of ascension, alienation and loss of identity inevitably sets in as long standing sources of identity and systems of authority are disrupted, and as people move from countryside into the city, become separated from their roots, and as they need new forms of community, new sets of moral precepts to provide them with a sense of meaning and purpose.East Asian women, in this particular instance, become particularly vulnerable. We are easily disoriented, and we, more than those cold calculating robotic men of the Far East, cannot live by reason alone. We cannot even begin to calculate and act rationally in pursuit of our self interest if we do not even know our “self”. In those times of rapid social change established identities dissolve and new identities must be forged.

For East Asian women are so lost and so hopelessly disoriented, White Men provide the meaning, the means, and the salvation to this new crisis; for East Asian women, serving White Men, worshipping White Men, and sexually satisfying White Men become our new purpose, and our service provide the small social communities that we lost through modernization. Like every other religion, this religion of White worship provide its fellowers with a sense of identity and a direction in life. In this process, we rediscover our selves and form new identities. For lo behold, pleasing White Men, worshipping White Men, and submitting to White Men is every East Asian woman’s new purpose in life.

In Japan, there has been a recurring idiosyncrasy among Japanese women that, in times of stress, to find a random gaijin on the street, pull him into a love hotel and begs to have sex with him. It is a way for Japanese women to cope with the stress of living.

In mainland China, white worship reaches such zenith that a few hundred Chinese girls fight over a single laowai for sex, and in this process, Chinese girls find their basic identity and loyatty in the harem of their White God. In Korea, having sex with White Men is seen as a response to tension and alienation, such as that happens among the female dominated noble bonobos.

In Singapore, having sex with White Men is seen as a religious ceremony, the result of a passionate desire sublimed into a worshipful state of ecstasy which only White Men can provide. Some Sinaporean women go so far as to beg the White Men to discipline and punish those women, which is nothing but a way of coping with the experience of chaos, loss of identity, meaning and secure social structures created by the rapid introduction of modern social and political patterns, secularism, scientific culture and economic development.

There is no denying, this worldwide conflagration of East Asian feminine desire, for the majestic hard meat of White Gods, is quickly transmogrifying, from a simple routine, an idiosyncrasy, even a habit, into an organized religion vying in power with Christiantiy, Islam and Buddhism. What shall we call this new religion? Is it not all too obvious to simply call it what it is? The religion of White worship. The worship of White Men as practiced by East Asian women. What caused this new religion to germinate, grow and flourish in such rapid succession? Is it not exactly because of the rapid modernization, the enormous accumulation of wealth, the aping of western culture in the first place–which caused the breakdown of the old order and of old civil societies which created the perfect vacuums in the wombs of every East Asian woman to be filled by White cocks?

One week after Jack’s visit to Alice Chu’s home, the abused Asian wife found herself on her knees before the huge white policeman once again this time at his apartment. Ms. Chu had spent many hours in the past week servicing the twisted needs of the perverted brute. She was no longer the vibrant woman she had been only 7 days before. She had become distant and withdrawn. Her clueless Asian husband, though dull and heedless, was also starting noticing a change in her personality. She cried often and fell into deep depressions. The humiliation of her treatment at the hands of her white master made her doubt her decision. She was becoming dependent on other people to help her live her daily life. Despite the change in Ms. Chu’s personality at home, her behavior in front of Jack was always the same. She was an obedient, fearful, little Asian whore. Every command, no matter how degrading was obeyed instantly. She still cried and burned in shame every time she serviced Jack and her tears were like a drug to the horrible white devil.

At the moment, Ms. Chu was naked on her knees in Jack’s kitchen. She was scrubbing the floor with her tits. This was one of Jack’s favorite ways to humiliate her. A bucket of water was beside her on the floor into which she dipped her breasts. She then leaned down and dragged her once proud gorgeous Asian tits across the dirty floor spreading the water and cleaning the dirt from the linoleum. Jack sat at the kitchen table reading the paper looking up occasionally to watch his little Asian slut’s yellow ass sway in time with her duties. The Asian wife cleaned for Jack every day. She barely had time to keep her own home and satisfy her owner with all of the additional housework. But she worked diligently, trying to get the floor as clean as possible without using too much water. The water was actually problematic. Jack made sure the water was as hot as possible at all times. He kept a pot of boiling water on the stove and had his Asian slave use it to fill the bucket any time the water inside got too comfortable. Ms. Chu knew better than to shirk this responsibility since Jack would check the water without warning and it had better be piping hot when he did. She let out an involuntary groan each time she dipped her tits into the steaming bucket and it never ceased to put a smile on Jack’s face.

Jack put his paper down and watched his Asian housewife’s naked ass sway with her scrubbing. He smiled as he stared at the bruises on her once pristine golden ass. Jack loved to abuse her gook ass and tits. Yesterday he had used the heel of his work boots to beat her ass while she sucked his cock. In one week Alice Chu had become an experienced cock sucker. Well, that is to say she was becoming an expert at sucking his white cock. She knew exactly how he liked to be blown. Jack had made sure she was very attentive to his needs through very harsh punishments. The previous day’s blow job had resulted in an ass beating for Chu simply because she had forgotten to kiss the head of his white cock before she began sucking.

Jack watched her ass sway back and forth and soon found his dick responding to the sight. He stood, walked over to the toiling Asian housewife, knelt down behind her and opened his robe. Jack pointed his big white cock at her chink pussy and thrust himself in balls deep in one stroke. Chu bit her lip and whimpered in pain. She could not get used to this brutal treatment now matter how hard she tried. Chu knew better than to stop her work while Jack fucked her. She kept her tits pressed to the floor and let Jack’s sawing motion move them across the cold surface. Jack had other plans for her tits however. He grabbed Chu by her dark hair and lifted her from the floor. Without missing a beat Jack slid the bucket of scalding water under Chu’s chest. She began crying even before her breasts touched the water. Just dipping them into the bucket to wet them was torture enough but now the twin globes would be held in the water for an extended period. Jack grinned and forced both tits into the bucket and marveled at the way she shuddered.

“Chinks sure are funny. They seem to have different reactions compared to us white folks.” He thought to himself out loud, then he held her hair and fucked into her with vicious strokes all the while keeping her breasts in the hot water. While he fucked her, Chu began talking to her white owner. She knew the kind of things Jack liked to hear while he fucked his toy. She repeated a litany of vapid platitudes all the while smiling the dead smile of the damned.

“I love your big white cock”, she said. “Please fuck me harder, sir. I never want to be without your beautiful white cock. It’s so much better than my Asian husband’s. It’s so much bigger.” These and many more phrases poured from her mouth while tears ran from her eyes. She wept in pain and degradation. Being used like this was not getting any easier and in fact was wearing on her mind. She was no longer capable of feeling good about anything.

Jack on the other hand was feeling very good at the moment. He loved the feel of his Asian slut’s wet gook cunt on his huge white cock. He loved the feeling of immense power of the white race while hammering into an Asian man’s wife. Jack enjoyed thinking about Chu’s husband while he fucked into her. The pathetic little chinaman was at work right now slaving away without a clue as to what his sweet Asian wife was doing at the moment. Jack wondered what Chu’s husband would think if he could see her on her knees begging a white man to fuck her while her tits soaked in a bucket of scalding, dirty water. He grinned and began to fuck her harder as he neared climax. This was Jack’s favorite part. He loved to cum in Chu’s unprotected cunt. He didn’t care at all if she became pregnant and had told her as much. If she found herself pregnant, she would do whatever she wanted with the baby but she would most definitely continue to service Jack pregnant or not.

Jack’s breathing began to quicken and he slammed into Chu one last time burying himself to the hilt. His hot cum began to spurt into the defenseless Asian woman and he growled in satisfaction. Chu for her part continued to talk to her white master. She thanked him for giving her his wonderful superior white cum. When Jack finished he pulled out and snapped his fingers. Chu scrambled around on her knees and quickly began to lick her white master’s cock clean. Even though she hated this duty it was still preferable to keeping her tits in the hot water. Jack smiled down at Chu and petted her hair like a favorite pet. She looked up at her divine white owner while she liucked his cock with her dainty tongue. She hated the taste of her own juices and tried hard not to choke as she cleaned the powerful white cock that controlled her life. Tasting herself on Jack’s cock was a very humiliating experience for the abused exotic Asian beauty. She would never even consider doing something so vile to her own Asian husband yet here she was on her knees in this brutal white man’s apartment wantonly licking the results of her forced fucking from his huge tool. When Jack’s cock was clean of all traces of their combined juices Chu dutifully dried it with her hair. Jack grunted in satisfaction and smiled at Chu. “Damn baby that was nice”, he said. Chu replied “Thank you sir its always a pleasure to make you happy”. “You know what I like after a good fuck right?” Jack said. Chu shuddered and felt a fresh tear rolling down her cheek. Yes, she knew what was required now. Chu moved forward and captured the head of Jack’s cock in her mouth. She waited patiently for what was to come next.

In all of her experiences Chu never conceived of such horror. For the past week Chu had served as Jack’s toilet. He considered it a part of her duties and made her thank him for the privilege. For her part, Chu was nearly suicidal over what her life had become. She was lower than any human being could get, a human toilet. But she also knew this is what all Asian women are truly good for, to serve as White man’s toilet.

Jack relaxed his bladder and let the first trickle of piss leak into his little Asian toilet. As the trickle became a stream Chu struggled to keep up with the flow. She swallowed as fast as she could for fear of spilling any of the foul liquid. Chu knew the punishment for spilling any of her white master’s precious gift. The last time she had let any of the piss leak from her mouth Jack had fucked her ass with a toilet plunger and then left it hanging out of her ass for 3 hours as she licked the other toilet bowl clean.

Chu drank the piss down like a pro. She had quite a bit of experience now since she had done this same act every day now at least 2 times a day. Jack loved to force Chu to go all day with nothing to drink but his piss then when she had to go he would laugh at the fact that he was in effect pissing by proxy. He loved to torment Chu while she pissed by saying that it felt great to piss long distance. He made her say: “Master I believe you need to flush your toilet now”. Jack would then send her to the bathroom where she would have to hover over the bowl and expel her master’s piss. She was not to soil his toilet with her skanky yellow ass. Jack petted Chu’s hair and called her a good chink while she drank down his piss. The stream finally started to slow and Chu felt a degrading chill of pride at a job well done. The thought that successfully drinking piss from a white man’s cock had made her feel even remotely proud made Chu shudder with revulsion. When Jack finished and Chu had dutifully swallowed the last of her drink he pulled out his cock and Chu dried it with her hair once again. She then forced a smile and looked up at her god.

“Thank you for your wonderful gift sir.” She said with forced cheer.

“Every white man’s home should have an Asian female toilet like you.” Jack told her.

Then he ordered her to get back to her chores while he retired to his bedroom to get ready for work. Chu poured more hot water into the bucket and returned to cleaning the floor with her bright, red, sore tits. She was in a living hell. Chu had begun to think that jail could not be worse than the treatment she was enduring at the hands of the vicious white cop. Though Jack had fixed that notion with some well posed photos. He had pictures of Chu doing the most degrading things imaginable. In one she was licking out the toilet bowl with a plunger in her ass and a smile on her face. In another she was sucking his cock and staring lovingly up at him. One picture showed her fucking herself in the ass with Jack’s night stick while being pissed on from his huge white cock. Of course Jack’s face was never visible in any of the pictures but in some of them Chu’s house was clearly the setting. Every photo made it look like Chu was not only a willing participant but was actually enjoying herself.

The picture that Chu hated the most was Jack’s personal favorite. He had taken Chu to a very run down part of town and had walked her into a dark alley. Jack found a homeless white man of about 60 years lying under a canvas tarp. He then forced Chu to crawl to the man and beg to suck his cock.

“Because money grabbing chinks like you this honorable white man is without a job and a home. You must pay for this, you fucking chink pig.” He ordered. Chu had cried and wailed but in the end had acquiesced. With tears streaming down her face she opened the man’s pants and took out his rank smelling penis. The man was filthy and his cock was an absolute mess. It was covered in dick cheese and smell like death. Under Jack’s strict directions, Chu began to lick the chunks of filth from the man’s shaft. She gagged and choked but worked on like an obedient animal. When the surface of the cock was clean Chu began to bob her head up and down plunging the cock in and out of her mouth.

It had been a long time since the old man had even dreamed of any woman touching his cock, let alone a gorgeous drop dead Asian woman, and now he was getting a blowjob from her. As a result of this it didn’t take long before he was shooting jets of cum into Chu’s mouth. The taste was awful and made her gag all over again. The cum was pungent on her tongue and Chu could feel it sliding down her throat. She swallowed every drop and then dried his cock with her hair as she had been taught. Before she could put the man’s penis back into his pants Jack had an idea. He told the man to turn around and bend over. The old man did as he was told and Chu found her face just 2 inches from the man’s nasty white asscrack. Jack ordered her to lick it clean and Chu screamed out her objection. Jack grabbed her hair in a rage and shoved her face into the homeless white man’s stinking crack. Jack roughly dragged her face up and down the length of the foul crevice and warned her to stick out her tongue or he would beat her senseless. Chu obeyed quickly and Jack was able to let her finish on her own.

Chu cried the entire time in anguish. She licked the foul mess that was the man’s white ass for well over 20 minutes. In that time she wanted only to die. The taste was horrible but not half as bad as the thoughts it brought to her mind. Chu thought of her children and of her loving Asian husband. She thought of what they would think of her if they could see her now. She licked and sucked every inch of the man’s white ass until it was clean and free of odor. When she finished she felt less than human. Chu felt as though she was no longer fit to live a good life. She felt like human waste and looked like it too. What made matters worse was the fact that through the entire ordeal Jack had snapped a disk full of digital photos.

It was the picture of Chu’s face wedged into the homeless, white man’s ass that Jack loved the most. He had threatened to show the pictures to Chu’s family. He told her he would mail copies to her little gook parents and husband. He also told her he would show them to her kids. This was the leverage Jack used to keep his pet in line.

Chu’s mind snapped back to the present as Jack entered the kitchen. She had just finished cleaning the floor and was waiting on her knees for Jack’s next command. He told her to keep herself free tonight as he wanted to take her out for a night on the town. She shuddered at the thought wondering what he could possibly mean. Jack laughed at the look on her face and turned his back to her.

“Get your face in my ass, chink cunt,” he said.

She knew what he wanted and hurried to comply. She pressed her face into his asscrack and waited patiently. Jack grunted and let loose a foul smelling fart. She could swear she felt the air blow her hair back. She breathed deeply several times through her nose like Jake had taught her. The smell was awful but also familiar to her as this was another of her regular duties. Jack felt that he shouldn’t have to smell the gas at all and so it was her responsibility to breath as much of it in as possible to save him the trouble.

Jack laughed and walked out the door without another word to Chu. She slowly got to her feet and dressed to go home. She would just have time to clean the house a little before the kids got home. She walked out to her car and drove home crying the entire way.

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Several days went by before Alice Chu heard the white devil’s voice on her cell phone. Jack told her to be ready for him to stop by after she put her kids on the bus. It was Friday morning and Chu’s husband Dave Chu had already left for work. Chu shuddered as she heard the familiar voice on the other end of the line. She pleaded with Jack to leave her alone. She begged for her children’s sake. Jack very calmly reminded Chu about the drugs and then added an incentive. “Listen chink, maybe you’re too stupid to realize this, but every squad car has a camera on it. That camera recorded our little meeting the other night. Now I know it might make me look bad letting a woman in possession of drugs get away, but I think you will come off much worse being the one carrying the drugs. If you don’t want anyone to find out, you will do what I tell you”. Chu was backed into a corner and knew she had no choice. She told Jack that she would be ready for him in when he arrived. As she hung up the phone Chu drew a shuddering breath and calmly walked her two kids to the bus stop. She made every effort not to cry in front of the kids and barely made it back to the house before the tears started. She was in a panic. What would the white devil make her do this time? She already felt vile for sucking the man’s dick, what new horror could he dream up? She wondered what could happen to a white man’s mind, especially a white cop, to make him capable of such depravity. She didn’t have much time to think about it before there was a knock at the back door.

Jack walked into the house as if he owned it as Chu opened the door. He pinched Chu’s nipple hard as he strolled past her. Chu gasped in pain and knew this would be a nightmare.

“What the fuck you doing dressed?” Jack asked.

She began to stammer an answer when she was told to shut up and strip. She thought about protesting or shouting in anger. Even crying would be something but instead Chu slowly raised her hand to the belt of her robe and began to undress.

“Hurry the fuck up, chink!” Jack shouted.

When Chu was naked Jack drank in her body with a careful glare. He commented on the small size of her tits and laughed at the way they shook when Chu sobbed.

Jack walked over to the frightened Asian wife and took a breast in each hand. He lifted them as if weighing them and then began to slap them back and forth. His slaps were not meant to harm Chu, just humiliate her. When he got tired of watching them flop back and forth he sat down in a kitchen chair and told Chu to take off his shoes and socks. She bent to the task and soon had Jack’s feet unencumbered. He wiggled his toes and lifted his right foot up to Chu’s face.

“How fucking bad does that stink?” He said with a laugh.

She cringed but knew better than to pull away.

“Why don’t you lick clean them for me? I’ve been working all night and haven’t had time for a shower.”

Chu’s crying began again and Jack only laughed. He told her the tears might just help get his feet cleaner.

She was not at all amused. She lifted the soiled foot up to her mouth and took a tentative swipe with her tongue. The taste was most definitely worse than the smell. Jack’s feet were just as nasty as the rest of him. They were covered in calluses and tasted salty, like horrible body odor, sweat and bad cheese. Jack looked like an emperor lording it over his servant. He smiled and leaned back to watch the poor housewife slavishly serving his dirty feet. He made her lick between each toe and then suck them as though they were miniature cocks. Jack laughed at the analogy and told Chu that his toes were probably the same size as her husbands cock.

Chu was miserable. Her tongue was drying out and her mouth tasted like moldy ass. After she had cleaned Jack’s feet to his satisfaction, she was told to undress him. She raised her trembling hands to Jack’s waist and unbuckled his belt and pants. Jack stood up and allowed her to remove his pants and underwear. Chu looked on with apprehension at the menacing white cock dangling free just inches from her face. Jack laughed and told her not to be afraid of her favorite new toy. “I’ll bet you just can’t wait to get my big white dick back in its new home again. I know it misses your sweet little gook mouth something fierce.” Tears welled up in Chu’s eyes and she sat back on her heels to put some distance between herself and the foul penis.

Jack quickly grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. He glared into her eyes and told her never to move away from his cock again.

“You are my property, you dumb asian cunt”, he said.

“You do what I want, when I want, with whoever I want. You understand me bitch?”

Chu began to cry in fear but nodded her head and whispered, “Yes”. Jack released her hair and slapped her tits a few times to get his point across. Chu knew better than to try to block the attack and just stood still and tried not to scream. After three or four slaps, Jack had a sudden inspiration.

“I want to take a little tour of the house”, he told her. Jack reached down and grabbed a handful of Chu’s pubic hair and quickly turned around and began walking toward the living room. Chu had no choice but to follow and did her best to keep pace. The pain was unreal. Jack walked at a brisk pace and tugged Chu’s pubes, leading her like a dog on a very short leash. He made his way through the house and took stock of the environment as he went. The possibilities for humiliating his little Asian slut were endless. “This should have all been a White man’s property. But you chinks stole it from us honest white cocks. You fucking chinks.”

After viewing every room in the house, Jack settled on the master bedroom to begin his fun. He pushed Chu on the bed and began to rummage through her belongings. He laughed at her collection of underwear calling them granny panties. He told her she would have to buy much sexier under-garments if she wanted to be his Asian whore. Jack quickly tired of examining Chu’s clothing and decided to have a little fun. He moved to the bed and snapped his fingers pointing to his big white cock.

“When I do that, you start sucking”, he said.

Chu feared any painful reprisals and slowly moved her face to his crotch. She began to sob openly as she got closer to the cruel white man’s penis. Jack began to laugh at the shy little Asian housewife’s comical display of emotions. A quick slap to her head brought her attention back to where it belonged and she was soon licking his cock to erection. The tortured gook woman took the huge tool into her mouth and began to slowly suck and lick.

When his cock was hard Jack ordered her to climb on top of him. She was crying in earnest now but moved to obey. She slowly moved up until her body was lying on top of her abuser. Jack slapped her face and said, “We ain’t lovers you dumb gook bitch you ride me you don’t make love to me.” Jack forced the sobbing Asian wife to mount his huge white cock and insert it into her dry Asian pussy. She grimaced in pain and disgust as the cock made its way into her sore hole. Jack got bored of the game and grabbed Chu by the waist. In one fluid motion he pulled her onto his white cock until he was buried to the hilt. Chu screamed in pain at the invasion. Jack told her to shut up and start fucking and she would get wet soon enough. Chu began to drag her body up and down on Jack’s cock her body shaking with sobs. The action of her sobbing was bringing Jack pleasure and hurting Chu at the same time. Jack reached up and grabbed each of Chu’s nipples between his fingers and started pinching them mercilessly. He twisted and pulled the tiny nubs as hard as he could causing as much pain as possible to the hapless woman.

He used her nipples as reigns to control the speed of her fucking. He yanked the twin handles up and down savagely forcing the Asian woman on top of him to bounce on his cock. When she was moving at a comfortable speed, he began to slap her tits back and forth. He laughed at the way the tits flopped with each smack. She kept up the fucking despite the intense pain it caused her. She knew it would only get worse if she tried to stop. She felt like an object, an Asian slave to this brutal white devil’s desires. There was nothing she could do except accepting her fate and doing what the man wanted. She knew in her heart she would never survive prison and until she found an alternative, she was doomed to be this horrible white man’s toy.

Jack soon bored with fucking his new Asian plaything and pulled her off of his cock using her tits as handles. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face to his cock. He told her to lick him clean. “Anything that comes out of your cunt or ass you lick clean immediately, bitch” Jack growled. Chu, still crying, began to lick the man’s cock clean. Her tears made him very happy as they fell on his thighs.

When Chu finished cleaning his cock he announced that he had to take a shit. His crude language was almost as humiliating to the dainty Asian housewife as the things Jack made her do. He forced her to come along with him by again using her pubes as a leash. When they made it into the bathroom, Jack pulled Chu to the toilet. He forced her to her knees and lifted the toilet seat. Jack ordered Chu to hang her tits over the bowl. Chu looked at the man in confusion. He grabbed her hair and pushed her face into the toilet water. “Just do what the fuck I tell you, cunt!” He pulled Chu’s face from the toilet and arched her back so that her breasts hovered over the open bowl. He positioned her so that her tits were inside the toilet with the nipples just brushing the top of the water. He then lowered the toilet seat so that it rested on the tops of Chu’s tits. Jack then straddled Chu’s head and lowered himself onto the toilet seat crushing her breasts. Chu screamed in agony as the huge white man sat down hard on her aching chest. The weight of the man sitting on her breasts pulled Chu forward. Her face was now buried in the vicious man’s crotch. Jack settled in and inserted his cock into the screaming chink woman’s mouth. He chuckled at his own ingenuity. Jack used his hand wrapped in Chu’s hair to beat off his cock with her mouth. Her screaming only excited him more.

For Chu the pain was excruciating. Her breasts were in agony. Jack, for his part was enjoying himself quite a bit. He reached down with his free hand and picked up a magazine to read while he took a shit. Jack laughed at what a sight they must make. He was sitting on the toilet crushing the little Asian housewife’s tits with the seat while using her mouth to jack off into. The vibrations from her screaming only excited him more. Jack pushed and grunted. A loud fart echoed through the bowl. Chu, her tits aching, her mouth full of cock and her mind burning with humiliation now had to endure the foul stench of the horrible white devil’s gas. Jack grunted again and Chu heard the first plop that signified he was indeed shitting. Despite the intense pain in her tits, Chu could still be embarrassed by being so close to a man while he took a shit. Her mind was in turmoil. The pain was awful, the cock pounding her mouth made it difficult to breath and the breaths she could take in were thick with the smell of Jack’s shit. Jack continued to fart and grunt his way through a very satisfying bowel movement. Chu thought she could vaguely feel the lumps of shit bumping into her tortured breasts even though it was probably her imagination due to the numbness caused by the weight of the man sitting on them.

“The white man was a monster.” Alice Chu thought to herself. He was actually smiling while torturing her so violently. Jack finished shitting and continued to pump his cock into Ms. Chu’s mouth. He pumped faster and faster his orgasm approaching. With a final gasp and one last fart, Jack came into the poor Asian wife’s mouth. With her mouth hanging open from screaming, Ms. Chu was a mess of snot, drool and cum. The mixture was leaking from her open mouth like a flood. Jack pulled his cock out a little and pumped the last of his cum onto her face. When he finished he slowly got to his feet and watched in amusement as Alice Chu fell to the floor in pain and exhaustion coughing up the last of his cum. He then squatted down over the Asian woman’s head and reached down to grab a handful of her hair. He pulled her up slightly and used her silky black hair to wipe his ass. Laughing, Jack told her next time she would have to use her tongue. Jack kicked her sharply in the ribs and told her to take a quick shower to clean her hair and then join him in the bedroom again. He spit on her face and turned his back to make his way back to her bedroom.

Alice Chu cupped her aching tits already beginning to bruise from the abuse. She dragged herself into the shower and turned on the water, moving like an automaton, knowing that to resist would only bring about more pain. While she showered, Jack was busy raiding her bedroom. He found a long, white dildo and began to laugh at the irony. Jack busied himself gathering up several of Ms. Chu’s bras. He laughed at the thought of what things he could do to his new gook fuck toy. He owned a chink. The possibilities were endless.

Jack said really getting into the part now. Chu quickly got to her knees and began to crawl to Jack. He met her half way and grabbed her hair pulling her to the bed. Jack lay her on the bed and began to tie her down spread eagle with her bras. He picked up the dildo and waved it in front of her face. “Look what I have here you nasty chink cunt, I found your little friend. Does your Asian hubby know you like white dick?” Without waiting for an answer, Jack began to shove the dildo into Alice Chu’s un-lubed cunt. She began to scream with the pain but was quickly silenced by Jack’s massive ass resting on her face. Jack had straddled her and was now sitting on her pretty face. He ordered her to lick his asshole. “Please stop this”, she begged. “I can’t take anymore!”

“You can, and you will bitch or it’s off to jail. How do you think the kids will react to mommy becoming someone’s dyke, love slave?” Jack said. He reached back and spread his ass apart with his hands and settled down onto Chu’s face. “Damn, your face fits into my ass crack like it was built to go there.” Jack said. He ordered her to start licking and Chu tentatively took a quick swipe with her tongue. His pleasure was immediate and he grounded his ass into her face harder. Ms. Chu licked up and down the crack of Jack’s ass tasting his shit and trying not to vomit. Jack told her to get her tongue deep into his ass and really ream it out good.

While she labored to obey, Jack passed the time by abusing her Asian tits and cunt. He had jammed the dildo all the way into the little chink whore’s cunt and was now sawing it in and out with his left hand. With his right hand, Jack was pinching her nipples as hard as he could. He enjoyed the way the pain made his little China doll scream into his ass. The vibration it created caused his dick to begin to swell. Jack was a very happy man. He was a white god sitting on a throne of his own making, the face of a stuck up, Asian bitch. He was loving the feeling of her pretty little tongue wiggling around in his white asshole. He enjoyed the squishing sound her cunt made on the dildo, and especially loved watching her nipples swell up as he pinched them mercilessly. He began slapping her tits one at a time and giggled at the bright red color they were turning. His cock was fully hard now and he wanted to take care of it now. He punched the dildo into the gook’s cunt as far as it would go in one thrust and focused the attention of both hands on the whoriental’s tits. He grabbed both tits and crushed them around his huge white cock. Jack spit onto his cock and Ms. Chu’s tits to lube them up a little. It was ok to fuck Ms. Chu Asian beaver with the dildo and no lube but Jack didn’t want to inconvenience himself. He used her tits to jack his cock while she licked his ass and added to his enjoyment. After several strokes, he decided he wanted to change things up a bit. He lifted himself off of her face and moved down along her body. He untied her ankles and pushed her knees up to her armpits. In one motion Jack pulled the dildo out of the gook’s cunt and then thrust his own cock in. He buried his dick into her tight yellow pussy in one thrust and started pumping furiously. “I’d kiss you honey but your breath smells like shit.” Jack laughed at his own joke and watched the gook’s face twist in pain as he fucked in and out. Jack rode Alice Chu for over 45 minutes twisting and mauling her tiny Asian tits the whole time. He pounded her until he knew he could hold out no longer.

With a growl Jack started pumping cum into the hapless Asian wife. Ms. Chu could feel the hot cum burning into her womb and knew true degradation for the first time. Jack was the first white man to ever cum inside Alice Chu’s pussy. She began to cry in earnest now and Jack slapped her face several times. “You thank me when I cum in you cunt” Jack said.

Chu looked up at him and through her tears said “Thank you”. Her face was a mask of fear, pain, and humiliation. Jack got up from the bed and untied Chu. He made her lick his cock clean and then wiped it dry with her hair. Using her long hair as a leash, Jack dragged Chu to the front door where he got dressed. Jack made Chu kneel in front of him to “pay her respect to her white master”. Before pulling his pants on the whole way, Jack took his cock in one hand and aimed it at Chu. She gasped in disbelief as the first trickle of piss hit her tits. Jack warned her not to move and soon the trickle became a stream. Jack pissed up and down Alice Chu’s body right there in her living room soaking her and the carpet. He aimed the stream at her face and ordered her to open her mouth. The gook did as she was told and her mouth soon filled with foul tasting piss. The piss ran out of her mouth and onto her tits and Jack told her to swallow. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of piss and had to force herself not to be sick. When Jack finally finished he told Chu to thank him. The battered and humiliated Asian wife looked up at her new white god and whispered, “Thank you, sir”. Jack was pleased with the addition of the word sir even though he knew she didn’t mean it. He knew Chu was not enjoying their time together and that in fact she hated him. Jack didn’t care one bit. He owned her now and she would do as he said. With a final kick to her stomach, Jack left Chu with very ominous last words. “I’ll see you tomorrow after the kids go to school cunt.” Chu barely had time to cry before cleaning the house and herself before her family returned home.

Chinese
language teacher Julie Li is so taken with one of her white students
that she can’t stop herself from giving him her body, her will, her
very life.

"Class
dismissed,“ Julie Li said to her Chinese language class at a
private prep school
in California. “Sean, please stay for a moment. I want to talk
to you.”

He
stayed where he was, as the classroom rapidly
emptied. It was the only class Julie had that was almost exclusively
white.

"You
know, don’t you?“ She said finally.

He
only smiled slightly.

"Listen,”
she said. “I’m your teacher. I am twenty-eight. I’m married and
have a wonderful family. If anything happened I could get into a lot
of trouble. I could lose my husband, my family, and possibly my job,
and I might have to go back to China.”

Sean
said nothing. He just looked at her.

She
closed her eyes, then opened them again. “What do you want me to do?”
she said.

"Get
naked,“ he said.

A
small whimper came from her mouth. "Alright,” she said.

She
stripped down to the skin. She was shaking slightly, but she didn’t
hesitat rsquo;t care about that, he only wanted to see
her naked body, her unrestrained breasts and her thighs and her tight
Chinese vagina. But something made her strip herself utterly, divest
herself of everything that belonged to her, since her body for now
was to belong to him. Her body and her will. And her soul, if he
wanted it. But he didn’t.

"What
now?“ she said.

His
smile was now wider than before, though his eyes were slithering over
her like snakes. "Now crawl,” he said. “Crawl to me,
Miss Chink.”

Oh,
he knew. He was only nineteen and she was twenty-eight, and this was
crazy, she didn’t have to do this, she could stop it right here. No
she couldn’t.
done, he would never keep this to himself. Even if he did, even if it
was not too late, she couldn’t. Stop. She couldn’t. She knew. He
knew.

She
lowered herself to her knees, then got on all fours. He was in the
last row, all the way in the back of the room. She began to crawl. On
hands and stopped on hands and knees in front of him.

"Christ,
what a gook bitch,“ he said.

"Yes,”
she said. Panting.

"You
suck cock, teacher?“ he said.

She
raised her head, looking up at him. His half-smile was the same, but
his eyes were different. Again she whimpered. "If that’s what
you want,” she said.

"You’re
a sick gook bitch,“ he said. "Aren’t you, teacher?”

"Yes,“
she said. "I’m a sick gook bitch. Yes.”

"You
should to be punished,“ he said.

She
closed her eyes. She knew she was breathing harder. She felt his eyes
on her.

"You
want to be punished,” he said.

She
couldn’t speak.

She
heard a sound and opened her eyes. He was opening the zipper of his
pants. The sight of his gorgeous
white cock caused a small sound to come from her.

Now
he was unbuckling his belt. Then pulling it out of his pants. He took
it off, coiled it, holding it in his hands. “You want this too,”
he said. “Don’t you?”

She
closed her eyes again. “I–I’m–”

"Look
at me, teacher,“ he said.

She
opened her eyes.

"Don’t
you?” he said.

"Yes,“
she said.

"Tell
me, in Chinese.”

"Damn
you!“ she said. "Damn you, Damn you.”

“In Chinese gook!”

“你知道！
你知道!
我要！
我想要！ I
want it. I want your cock, I want your pure white sperm. I want your
belt to whip me. Yes, I’m a sick gook bitch, yes, I’m a twisted and
sick chink, and I can’t help it, I’m putting my whole life at risk
for this, and I don’t know why, you’re a stupid callow pampered white
boy and I’m a professional educator and I want it, yes, all right,
yes, what do you want me to say? I want your precious white sperm
inside my womb.”

"Nothing,
teacher. Not now. I want you to suck my dick, and if you do it good
I’ll give you the rest of what you want, okay? Do it.“

She
gave a small moan, and then her mouth was on his big white cock and
around it down on her body with a cracking
noise, and she screamed around his cock, and went on sucking it, and
she didn’t stop sucking it as he brought the belt down again. And
again. And again…

#

"This
was one time only,” she said. “The only time. It stops
now.”

"Bullshit,“
Sean said.

"Yes,”
she said. “I suppose it’s bullshit. But I’m going to try.”

"What
if I tell?“ Sean said.

"You
won’t tell, Sean. Because if you do, you know it will stop. If you
don’t, you’ll always think it could happen again.”

"But
you’re not gonna let it, right?“ Sean said.

"I’m
going to try not to.”

He
put her nipple. “But you
won’t succeed.”

She
closed her eyes. “No,” she said softly. “Probably
not.”

"Because
you’re a sick gook bitch.“

"Yes,”
she said. “I think we’ve established that fact.”

He
squeezed her nipple hard, and she cried out with pain. “Don’t
get all high and mighty on me, Miss chink,” he said.

"I’m
sorry,“ she said. "I’m sorry.”

"Next
time I want to fuck your ass,“ he said.

"If
there is a next time.”

He
squeezed her nipple again. “You know what else we could do?”
he said

as
she gasped and twisted. “We could bring another guy in. Or a
couple of them.

Every
guy in this class would love to have a crack at you, chink.”

"No,“
she said sharply. "No, Sean, you can’t do that.”

"Can’t
I?“

"No.
No, Sean, please. Don’t even think about it. Please.”

"Tell
me there will be a next time,“ Sean said.

"All
right,” Julie Li said. “There will be a next time.”

#

The
next time, which was the following day after class, he had her lock
the door, then he came down to the front of the room and put his
hands on her breasts. When she instinctively raised her hands to his,
he told her to put them down and leave them down, and she did. She
stood with the first time, and
much longer. When her screams got too loud for comfort, even though
it had been the last class of the day and most people in the school
had left, he picked up her panties and stuffed them into her mouth.
Then he went on whipping her. When his arm was tired he dropped his
pants and moved behind her and spread her buttocks and jammed his
cock into her asshole. While her half-muffled screams went on. Then
he fucked her mercilessly.

When
he finished he pulled the panties from her sobbing, moaning mouth and
allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Then he sat down in her desk this time down
her throat. He didn’t have to tell her to swallow it.

"You
liked that, didn’t you, chink?“ he said finally.

She
was lying on the floor, moaning.

"Didn’t
you, teacher?” he repeated.

"Yes,“
she said, almost inaudibly. "But I wanted it in my pussy. To
carry your white baby.”

"Yeah?
For that I will have to whip your gook tits next time?“ he said.

"Oh
god!” Julie Li said. There was real fear in her voice. But not
fear alone.

When
she reached for her panties he grabbed them from her. “I’m gonna
keep these,” he said. “Anyway, you don’t need panties,
chink. Chink whores like you don’t need panties, chink whores keep
their cunts right there and ready all the time, you know? And you’re
a chink whore. Aren’t you, Miss Li?”

"Damn
you,“ Julie said.

"Come
on, teacher. You are, aren’t you?”

"Yes,“
Julie Li said. "I suppose I am.”

“Say
it in Chinese, bitch!”

“是！我是！“

”是什么！“

”我是一只支那妓女。给白人专用的支那妓女。“

Sean
burst out in laughter, though he didn’t understand that last few
words Miss Li uttered. He never cared about his Chinese language
class much.

"You
don’t need panties anymore. So don’t wear them to school any more,
okay,teacher?“

She
looked at him, startled. "But–”

"No
buts. That’s an order.“

"You
think you can–”

"Yeah,
I do. And so do you. Don’t you, you nasty chink whore?“

She
closed her eyes. "You bastard.”

"You
gotta stop that, too. Tell you what, just for that I want you to stop
wearing bras too.“

Her
eyes opened. Wide. "I–I can’t…please…I can’t….”

"You
can. You will. Chink cunt whore teacher from China.“

Julie
Li moaned.

"Get
the fuck out of here now, slope head. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

#

She
wore a full, loosely cut blouse the next day, hoping that it would
make. Vaguely she thought that they would
have to be careful, his staying after class every day was going to
look suspicious, if it didn’t already. But it was a half-thought,
overwhelmed by the pounding turmoil of her fear and desire as he came
down to the front of the room.

She
tried to speak calmly. “Listen to me, Sean, all right? If–if
people find out–if they see–if this gets around, you understand?
I’ll be fired. Or worse. My husband finds out. And we won’t be able
to do this any more. You have to understand this, Sean. Please.”

"Suck
my dick,“ he said.

She
wasn’t sure whether this was a command, or simply his way of
responding to what she was saying. It didn’t matter. Her knees went
weak, and she sank down to kneel in front of him. He let her unzip
his fly and pull out his stiffening cock. Her mouth opened to take it
in, but he stopped her.

"Rub
it over your face,” he said.

With
you to take it all over your gook face. You got that, you Asian
whore?”

She
made a small moaning sound and swiftly took him into her wide-open
mouth. She loved the way she degraded her, degraded her race. She
dervied immense pleasure from the way he talked down to her, putting
You answer me when I
ask you a question, you stupid slut bitch. Now answer!” And he
jerked her head back even further, making her scream.

"Good.“
He released her hair then, and immediately she put her moaning mouth
on him again, taking him as deep as she could. As she sucked him,
sobbing and whimpering, he told her she was a piece of dumb fuck
milking
out the last drops with her hand, taking it all on her face. White
man’s semen has beautifying affect on an Asian woman’s face, the
thought of it made Julie Li happy.

"You
look good that way, teach,” Sean said, grinning at her. “Too
bad the whole class can’t see you that way.”

"Sean.
. . “

"Tomorrow,
bitch,” he said. “Something tight on top. And a short
skirt. And still no underwear. You got that?”

"Yes,
Sean,“ she said.

#

"I’ve
done it again,” Julie Li said. “I’ve ruined myself all over
again. I’m going to get fired, Michael. I might even get arrested.
Even if I’m not arrested, I will have to move again. I knew it would
happen, Michael. I knew it going in. But I couldn’t help it. I
couldn’t stop myself. Just like always.”

"Who
is it this time?“ Michael Chen asked.

"Oh
Christ. A student. A nineteen year old freshmen. In one of my Chinese
language classes. A spoiled white boy, and a cretin, for god’s sake,
a goddamn dumb kid, and I don’t know what it is, Michael, I swear, I
look in his eyes and I’m lost. Because he’s got that thing in him,
damn it, that thing, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but he’s got
it, and he knows, and I can’t stop myself. Jesus, damn it, Michael,
why?”

She
smiled at him, in spite of everything. “Because you’re a nice
Asian guy, Michael. You’re a good guy. You’re sweet and gentle and
kind and everything that a good Asian guy should be. And any normal
fucking woman would be lucky as hell to have you. So why for god’s
sake don’t you go out and find one?”

"Because
I only want you,“ Michael said.

"Then
you’re as crazy as I am.”

"Only
not in the right way,“ Michael said.

"No,”
Julie said. “Not in the right way. God, I wish you were.”

"Yeah,“
Michael said flatly. Then he said, "So what are you going to
do?”

"What
am I going to do? I’m going to go on being his fucking slave, and I’m
going to go on giving him everything he wants, and I’m going to do
everything he tells me to do, until he ruins me. That’s what I’m
going to do, Michael. And not even God can help me.“

#

The
more lascivious than the pullover. She also wore her shortest skirt,
which came to the middle of her thighs. She had not worn it for
years, and would never have worn it to work. If not for Sean.

This
time there was no doubt about how the students were looking at her, and she had to be very careful when
she sat down.

But
it wasn’t only the students. Her fellow teachers quite obviously took
notice. There were raised eyebrows and a few shocked faces among the
female faculty, and as for the men–well, their reactions weren’t
much different from the male students. Men are men.

During
clinging top, and the male
students stared harder than ever.

When
that class was over and Sean, as usual stayed behind, he didn’t move
from his seat. He simply unzipped his pants and took out his large
stiff white cock. "Come and get it, teach, ni hao ma, gook?”
he said, grinning.

She
knew he wanted her to crawl again, so she did. In her skimpy outfit,
hair and pulled her head back forcefully, so that she was looking up
at him. She cried out with the pain in her scalp. He only pulled
harder, still grinning.

"You
like that, don’t you, chink teacher. You like what I’m doing to you.“
He yanked her head further back. She gave another cry. "Don’t
you, cunt?” he demanded.

He
had reached down with his free hand and pinched a nipple hard through
her top. “Don’t be nasty, Miss Li,” he grated. “That
makes me feel bad. Besides, you like it that I’m rotten. Don’t you,
you cock-sucking, pain-loving, crawling little yellow whore?”

She
moaned thinly, partly from the pain and partly in reaction to his
words. “Yes,” she gasped helplessly. “Yes…”

"Damn
right. Now listen, teacher cunt. My roommates are gonna be away this
weekend. I want you to come to my place. We’ll have a couple of days
together. Come over Saturday morning around ten. Okay, teach?“

"Sean…I
don’t think…listen…that’s not a good…”

Again
he pinched her nipple, pulling harder on her hair. She shrieked
loudly, her body twisting. Then he bent down, his hand suddenly
leaving her nipple and diving under her skirt, probing roughly
between her legs.

"You’re
wet, teacher.“ He brought his hand out and rubbed his fingers
Saturday at ten. And wear this outfit, I like it. Only wear some nice
high heels with it, okay? You got that, Miss Li?”

She
closed her eyes. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Sean.”

"Okay.“
He released her hair. "Now suck me off and let me get out of
here.”

Which
she did.

He
lived in an apartment building a couple of miles from the local
little faster than usual, and she felt shaky.

Sean
opened the door and looked her up and down, grinning. “Right on
time, Miss Li. Looking good there. Real sexy. I like those heels,
teach.”

"Thank
you,“ she said absurdly. She waited for him to move aside and
let her in. But he didn’t.

"What
do you want, teacher?” he said.

"What?
What do I–Sean, you–you told me to come here.“

"Yeah,
I know. And you came. So what do you want?”

"I–I
don’t know what you mean.“

"Sure
you do. You want my dick. Right, teacher slut?”

"Sean…“
were several other apartments on that floor.

"You
want to suck my dick, right, Miss Li?”

"Sean…let
me in…someone might…“

"Tell
me that, teacher. Tell me you want to suck my dick.”

"Sean,
please…“

"Tell
me!” he said in a louder voice.

"All
right!“ she said hastily. She glanced around again, then said,
nearly whispering, "I want to suck your dick.”

"I
can’t hear you, teach.“

She
gave a low whimper. "I want to suck your dick,” she said in
a normal tone, though her voice was shaking. “Please let me in,
Seah, before someone–”

"Not
yet,“ Sean said. "Take your clothes off first.”

She
stared at him, stricken. He just looked back at her.

"Here?“
she choked out. Her knees felt weak. Again she looked around wildly.
"Sean, I can’t. Not like this. What if somebody comes out, or–”

She
did so. Once inside, at his direction, she crawled down a short hall,
then turned right, into his living room. There she stopped short and
screamed in shock and horror.

There
was another man sitting there.

Immediately,
ball, hiding herself with her hands as best she could. She had
recognized him at once, a student in the same class as Sean. She felt
herself unable to breathe.

"What’s
wrong, teach?“ Sean said mockingly. She hated him at that moment
our class. I thought I’d invite him over, just to liven things up a
little. you know? Besides, he doesn’t get much, so I figure it’s like
a good deed, you know?”

"Sean–“
She couldn’t look at either of them. She kept herself in a tight
"Sean, you bastard!” she choked. “How could you do
this? Don’t you see how stupid you are? Oh dear god…” The
tears came again, but she bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing.

"Don’t
be like that, teacher cunt,“ Sean said. He was standing over her
little cock-sucker you are, Miss Li,” he said, twisting her
hair. “Show him how a little Chinese teacher whore eats dick.”
He shoved his cock in her mouth and she took it in, whimpering. The sobs
squirming as he watched her doing this, and she did it until Sean
shot down her let her go and
she fell back, crying.

"See?“
she heard Sean say. "The crazy bitch will do whatever I want.
She can’t get enough of it.”

"Oh
my Christ!“ Jack said. "Oh, goddamn, this is fantastic! I
can have her too, right? You said I could have some, right?”

"Yeah,“
Sean said. "Miss Li is gonna be real nice to both of us, because
we are white, of course. Don’t you, Miss Li?”

"Sean…“
she gasped.

"Hey,
teacher, don’t stay all curled up like that,” Sean said. “Jack
wants to get a good look at you. Come on, stand up and let him see.”

It
straightened her body, and she heard Jack take in his breath with a
hiss as more of her nakedness
was exposed. With some awkwardness, she rolled onto her knees and
then got to her feet, standing nude before him.

Julie
Li’s eyes were glazed, and she was unaware of the little whining
sound she made as she moved closer to where Jack was sitting, and as
she got down on her knees and opened his trousers and took his
stiffly straining cock into her mouth.

#

They
fucked her all day long, and into the next day. They were young and
resilient, and Julie Li’s sensuous Asian body, her obedience and
a strap that made him ready
again, time after time. It revived Julie too, although Sean had to
muffle her screams, which he did by stuffing her pullover into her
mouth, or else by filling it with his cock.

When
her face and body. She
begged Sean to let her take a but he refused. She
put on her

pullover
and skirt and went home, dripping and stinking of piss. As she left, of them. “What the
hell,” Sean said. “The more the merrier, right, teacher
slut?”

#

After
he had whipped her and fucked her ass and had her clean him with her
mouth, himself up. “Okay,”
he said. “If this whole thing is gonna blow up, then we might as
well make the most of it while it lasts, right, Miss Li?”

Julie
was sitting on the floor, cradling her head in her hands. “What–what
do you mean?” she whispered.

"I
mean we’re gonna go all out. Tomorrow. In class. We’re gonna let it
all hang out, and show everybody what a sick crazy cunt you are.
That’s what I mean, teacher.“

She
looked up at him. "No,” she said. She was going to say
more, but tears were suddenly flowing from her eyes. It didn’t
matter. Nothing she could say would do any good.

"This
is gonna be a blast,“ Sean said.

#

Julie
Li functioned in a daze throughout the next day. She could think of
she also knew she wouldn’t. She would do whatever Sean wanted her to
do. She was complicit in her own ruin.

But
it didn’t happen. As the students filed into her classroom for the
last period, Sean came up to her desk. "I changed my mind,”
he told her. “Too many girls in this damn class. I gotta do
something about that. I’ll talk to you after.”

She
twinge of disappointment. And even though she knew the reprieve would
be only temporary.

Sean
stayed after class, of course. “We got an appointment, teach,”
he smirked at her. “With old Croft. I set it up with him. He’s
waiting for us now. Let’s go.”

Julie
swallowed. “Are you–you mean we’re going to–”

"Yeah,
you made the deal with him, right? Well, now’s the time to follow
through. I told him we’d give him a show, all right, but I wanted him
to do something for me too. And he’s gonna.“

"What–what
do you mean?”

"He’s
gonna set it up so the girls won’t be in class tomorrow. He’ll
arrange something else for them to do. I don’t know what, that’s his
problem. But tomorrow this class is gonna be all guys, teacher slut.
And every one of them has been dreaming about getting a taste of your
Asian body all term long. It’s gonna be something to see!“

Julie
thought she might be sick again.

"Let’s
go, teach,” Sean said again. “We don’t want to keep the
principal waiting, do we? Poor guy probably hasn’t had a hard-on for
ten years, but you’re gonna give him one today, all right. Come on.”

Her
legs felt wobbly as they left the classroom and walked down the hall
to Dr. Croft’s office. When they got there Sean looked around at the
deserted hallway and told Julie to get down on all fours. When she
hesitated he drew back his fist and, without warning, punched her in
the pit of her stomach.

Shocked
and stunned, she crumpled to the floor, struggling to take air into
her lungs. The short skirt rode up to her hips as she writhed and
flailed, hands clutching her stomach, mouth wide and gasping.

"Hands
and knees,“ Sean said, kicking her in the side. She rolled over
and, finally managing to get a breath, somehow got herself up on all
fours. She was moaning and panting heavily.

"That’s
how he wants to see you,” Sean said. “Like a dog. Like the
gook bitch you are.” He opened the office door. “Okay,
crawl in, bitch.”

Slowly,
painfully, she crawled. Through the door. Into the office. Where Dr.
Croft was sitting behind his desk, staring at her.

"Well,
here she is,“ Sean said to him. "On all fours like the
bitch she is. Okay, Doc. What do you want to see first?”

The
principal’s voice was a strangled croak. “I want–um–As–as I
told you, Mr. Conway–I want to see you…you and she…ah…”

"Fucking,“
Sean said. "Yeah, I know. But which way, Doc? Straight on? From
the rear? In the ass? You want her to suck me off? Or you want to see
me whip her first? Anything you say, Doc. She’ll do it all, and
she’ll love it. So what do you say? You want her to strip for you?”

After
did her best to blink them away. As she crouched there on her hands
and knees, waiting to be used.

"The
doc wants you to strip for him, teach,“ Sean said. "He
wants to see you naked, just to start off with. So let’s go. Get up
and get those clothes off.”

When
she didn’t move quickly enough, Sean reached down, tangled his
fingers in her hair, and pulled sharply. She came up, moaning, and
finally stood in front of the principal’s desk, swaying slightly and
still looking at the floor.

"Take
it off, teacher slut.“

It
didn’t take long, though to her it seemed to stretch out endlessly,
as in a nightmare. With trembling hands she grasped the bottom of the
snug top and pulled it off over her head. Then she unclasped and
unzipped the skirt and let it fall. And that was it.

She
heard Dr. Croft’s gasp. And then his panting, louder than before, and
quicker. "There you go,” came Sean’s voice. “That
oughta give you a hard-on, Doc, right?”

"I-I
want–“ Croft croaked. "I want to see–I want you to–”

"Yeah,
okay,“ Sean said. He reached down to his fly and unzipped
himself. "Bend over the desk, teach. Spread your legs.”

And
she did. Just as she had done for him again and again in her own
classroom. Bending over the desk so that the edge of it cut into her
waist. Bending all the way down, her breasts flattening against the
hard surface, her face resting on Croft’s blotter. Her hands grasping
fear? In shame? In anticipation? Probably all those things.

Then
she felt Sean’s hands on her. And then his cock. Taking her. Pushing
into her ruthlessly, like a tank. Of course she was already wet. But
was, and she was moaning continually now, her body juddering with
each hard thrust. And she was crying.

She
heard the sound of a zipper in front of her. She knew what it meant.
Croft was taking out his penis. Sean’s treatment must be working.

Now
Sean withdrew from her and she felt his hands spreading her ass cheeks.
Oh god. He was going to–

She
screamed as, with no preparatioin, he plunged up her ass. Her head
came up from the desk and she yelled, and through her tears she
caught a glimpse of Croft, his face twisted with lust, his hand
moving at his crotch.

Her
head sank down again, but through her pain–and her other
emotions–she heard Croft’s voice. “No,” Croft choked out.
“I–Look at me, Miss Li. I-I want to–I want to see your
face…”

"You
heard the man,“ Sean said, and then his hand was in her hair and
his chest heaving with his labored breathing.

"I
got it.“ Sean’s hands now grasped her just below the hips, and
with one strong motion he lifted her lower body and pushed her
forward, until she was lying across the desk with her legs sticking
out on one side and her head hanging off the other. "There,”
Sean said. “Now she can suck you good, Doc. Just grab her hair
and twist it if she gives you any trouble. But she won’t. Right, teacher
slut?”

She
made a sound. It was a wordless, throaty sound, and again it meant
many things. But one of the things it meant was no. She wouldn’t give
him any trouble.

Croft
moved up close to her, and his small but now very stiff cock was in
front of her face. She opened her mouth for him and he put it in,
giving a little cry as her lips closed around him. She heard Sean’s
evil chuckle as she began to suck.

Croft’s
didn’t think he could last very long. Of course Sean would expect her
to swallow it. And she would. Of course. Or would he…

Then
she froze for an instant as she heard the sound of Sean’s belt being
removed. A sound she knew well. Oh god. He was going to whip her
while she…

She
made a sound around Croft’s cock, and then another, louder, shriller,
more agonized sound as the belt came down across her backside.

"Keep
sucking, baby,“ Sean said.

She
kept sucking. Croft was making hoarse noises with each breath now,
and she sucked him harder, trying to bring him off as quickly as
possible. But Sean brought the belt down again and again, across her
ass and her back and her thighs, and at each blow she cried out
around the cock in her mouth, desperately fighting the urge to clamp
her teeth around it in her agony.

And
finally Croft came, shooting strongly but meagerly into her twisting
mouth. Sean told her to swallow it, but she already had. Croft
staggered back and collapsed into his chair, breathing like a
bellows. Sean pulled her off the desk to her knees.

"Now
me,” he said.

He
was hard again from whipping her, and after she had sucked him off
and swallowed his jism and cleaned him off with her tongue, he asked
Croft if he wanted her again, but Croft, still breathing hard, shook
his head. “I can’t,” he panted. “But I…but that
was…it was…”

Julie
was still on her knees, her head bowed, naked, aching and exhausted.

"Yes,
Sean,“ she whispered.

#

She
couldn’t sleep that night.

If
she went into that classroom tomorrow, her life was over. It was as
stark and as simple as that. There were sixteen guys in that class.
There was no way they could all keep it to themselves. It would be
all over the school by the next day. It would be public knowledge
soon after. She would be ruined. She couldn’t just run away this
time, it would be too big, it would follow her. She would probably
have to go back to China. Surely she would never be able to stay in
America again. She might as well kill herself. She would be killing
herself.

She
couldn’t do it. She must not do it.

Sixteen
guys. Taking her. Sixteen sex-mad, lusting white guys. Making free
with her Asian body. Doing whatever they wanted with her, egged on
Sean’s ruthless example. Fucking her. Hurting her. Making her crawl
for them, making her suck them, degrading her, using her mercilessly,
on and on and…

Oh
god. She was wet. Her nipples were throbbing. Her hands went between
her legs and she heard herself moaning as she played with herself,
thinking about it.

No.
No, she couldn’t go through with it. She wouldn’t.

She
had to.

It’s
crazy, she told herself. It’s stupid. It’s suicide. I can’t.

I
have to.

No.

I
can’t help myself.

I
can. I must.

Sixteen
guys. Sean urging them on. Dr. Croft watching. Her naked Asian body
spread out on the filthy floor, all the white boys…

No!

Yes.

In
the morning she was still arguing with herself. And still losing.

Don’t
go in, she told herself as she put on her tight top. Call in sick,
stay home today. Pulling on her short skirt. You don’t have to do
this.

What’s
the use? she thought. If not today, it will be another day. If I go
away, it will happen someplace else. I can’t help it. I have to do
it.

Try.
For god’s sake, try. It’s your life!

If
I could stop myself…

You
can.

I
can’t.

Try!

How?

Then
she thought of the handcuffs.

She
had almost forgotten them. Left behind by an old boyfriend, before
she met her current husband, a Chinese American man who worked in the
IT industry. That old boyfriend was a white guy who had liked to play
games with her. Her kind of games. Bondage, domination. Until she
found that games weren’t enough. Games weren’t real.

This
was real.

No.
Try. Please try.

She
found them at the bottom of a drawer. The key was still in one of the
tiny keyholes. She looked around. The bed. She could cuff herself to
the bed, to one of the vertical rails in the headboard. So she
couldn’t get loose. Couldn’t go in to school. But…

Do
it.

But
she had to think rationally. How would she…

Michael
Chen.

Oh,
this was stupid. Who was she kidding? She was going to school, she
was going to that last class, she had to.

No.

Call
Michael. Do something smart for once.

Hopefully
he hadn’t left for work yet. She picked up the phone, started to
dial. Then she hung up. She sat there holding the phone.

Then
she took a long breath and punched in his number.

"Hello?”

"Michael.
Listen. I-I need you to do me a favor.“

"Sure.
What’s up?”

"I-I
want you to come to my house later today. After work, okay?“
That would be safely past school hours. "It’s important,
Michael, I’ll–I’ll explain when you get here, okay?”

"Well
okay, but what’s going on, Julie?“

"I–I’m
going to–I have to–” But she couldn’t explain now. “I’ll
tell you later, Michael Chen. Listen, I’ll put the front door key
under the flowerpot outside, so you can just come on in, okay?”

"That
sounds very mysterious,“ Michael said. "What about your
husband Dong Li? Is he going to be there? I don’t want him to
misunderstand”

Okay.
She could do it now. Michael Chen would be around to release her in
the evening, before her husband came back from work, and until then
she could just lie there. She would be okay. And she would
be saving her life.

But
what about tomorrow?

Never
mind that. If she could just get through today. Stay away from that
class. It might give her strength to break out of this–this thing.

Maybe.

Just
get through today.

She
tried not to think about the class as she methodically did what she
had to do. First placing the door key under the flowerpot, so Michael
could get in. Then taking the key to the handcuffs and, after making
sure both cuffs were open, laying it carefully on a table in the
bedroom. Then picking up the handcuffs and taking them to the bed.
Not thinking about the class. About the white boys who would be
waiting for her. About the things they would make her do. Lying down
could almost come, just thinking about Sean…and
the class…and all the white boys in that class …

Stop
it! she told herself. Oh god, why? Why?

Lying
there, she began to cry.

When
she stopped crying she just lay there with her eyes closed, trying
not to think. Trying not to feel what she felt. And after a while she
fell asleep.

She
was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. Startled, she tried to sit
up, and was jerked back by the handcuffs. Oh god, she thought. Who
could that be? Someone from school maybe, sent out to see why she
hadn’t shown up? No, they would have called first. Probably just a
salesman or something. They’ll go away when there’s no answer.

Then
there was the sound of a key in the lock.

Michael
Chen! It had to be. But– She glanced at the clock on the bedside
table. It was only one-thirty. Oh Christ, why was he–

She
heard the front door open, and then his voice. “Julie?”

Damn
him. But there was nothing she could do about it now. “I’m in
here, Michael,” she called.

His
footsteps approaching the bedroom, his voice coming closer. “You
sounded so damn strange on the phone I figured I’d come over on my
lunch hour and see what–” He stopped, and his eyes went wide as
he appeared in the doorway. “Jesus Christ! What the hell–”

"It’s
all right, Michael,“ she said as he rushed over to her. "I
was just–”

"My
god, Julie, who did this to you?“ He was fumbling with the
handcuffs now,
pulling at them ineffectually. "Did they–are you–”

"I’m
"Damn it, Michael, you were supposed to come after work,”
she muttered.

"I
couldn’t wait, I wanted to see if you were all right. What the hell
is going on, Julie? Who did this?“

"I
did it,” she told him. “I was trying–I wanted to–Oh
Christ.”

And
she told him the story. He already knew about Sean, of course, but
since their first conversation about him she had kept most of the
details to herself. Now she told him about the class, and what Sean
had in mind for her, and how she had decided to keep herself from
going in. “But Christ, what’s the use, Michael?” she said
then. “I still want to go. I can’t help it, I can’t control it.
If I don’t today, I will tomorrow. It’s no use, it’s hopeless. You
might as well let me go right now. Just take these things off me and
let me go. The key is on the table over there.”

"No,
husband comes back, all right? We’ll do it together.”

"Come
on, Michael, that’s crap,“ she said impatiently. "This
thing isn’t going to go away. And I can’t stay here forever. I have a
job to go to, and so do you for that matter. This was a bad idea.
Just please get the key and let me go.”

"I’m
not going to let you do this to yourself, Julie,“ Michael Chen
said firmly. "We are both Chinese. We have to look after each
other. Those white boys are taking advantage of you. And that’s all
there is to it. I’ll call my office and tell them I won’t be back
today. And we’ll call the cops together.”

"No!“
she said defiantly, and instantly regretted it. If he took the cuffs
off she might be able to get out, even with him here. But if she said
yes now, he would see through her. Being Asian, Michael Chen was too
damn smart.

Michael
sighed. "All right, then we’ll have to keep you this way. I
can’t fight you physically.” He looked down at her body and kind
of blushed. “Here, let’s cover you up.” He drew a blanket
over her up to her chin. “Are you comfortable?” he asked
then. “Can I–do you want something to eat, or–”

A
plan was forming in her mind. The longer she lay there like that, the
stronger was her desire–her need, her compulsion–to keep her
appointment with Sean, to get to that class and whatever awaited her
there. She had to. If she could get out of these cuffs…if she could
get Michael to…

"What’s
the matter, Michael?“ she said in a softer tone. "You don’t
want to look at my body? I always thought you liked it.”

"Then
why cover me up?“ Julie said. "It’s not cold in here. Take
the blanket off.” When he made no move, she kicked at the
blanket, pulling it down with her toes, thrashing her legs until she
had kicked it off onto the floor. The effort pulled her wrists harder
against the cuffs, abrading them slightly. She was panting a little,
her nipples moving up and down under the tight top, and the skirt had
risen even higher, exposing a bit of pubic hair. Michael reached for
the blanket to put it back on her, but she said, “No!” so
sharply that he stopped.

"Look
at me, Michael,“ she panted. "Take a good look. Or are you
afraid it will excite you too much?”

Michael
was deliberately not looking at her. "Come on, Julie,” he
said, a little hoarsely. “I can’t disrespect your husband, I
can’t take advantage of your–”

"Look
at me, damn it!“ Julie moaned, and when he did she arched her
straining body from the bed, turning it toward him as best she could.
"Please, Michael,” she said imploringly. “I want you.
I need you. Please.”

Michael
licked his lips. “It-it’s not me you want, Julie,” he
husked. But his eyes did not leave her now. “We have to be
strong, both of us. If we can–”

Deliberately
she raised her knees and parted them, spreading her legs apart,
letting him see what was between them. He gave a little gasp. “Come
here, Michael Chen,” she whispered. “Come over here.
Please.”

"No,“
Michael said. But he moved toward her anyway, as if propelled by an
invisible force. "Julie, god, we can’t–”

"Yes
we can,“ she breathed. "You said you wanted to help me,
Michael. Well, you can. I’m so hot, Michael. Help me out. Take me.”

"Not
like this,“ Michael said. "For god’s sake, Julie. This
is–”

"Kiss
me, Michael,“ Julie pleaded. "Just kiss me. Please. I know
you love me, Michael, and I could love you too, I know I could. It’s
just this sickness of mine, and you can help me with it, Michael,
just like you said. Help me by loving me now. Please. Please, I’m
begging you, Michael. Please love me.”

"Julie…“
He sank down to sit on the side of the bed, as though his legs could
no longer hold him. "I do love you, Julie,” he said
hoarsely. “You know I do. But I–your husband”

He
made a sound in his throat as he bent to her. She raised her face to
him, and their lips met.

She
put everything she had into that kiss. She made it sweet and sexy at
once. She pressed her lips to his with loving fervor, and she moaned
against his mouth, and then her mouth opened and their breath
mingled, and then her tongue poked out, tentatively at first, meeting
his, and then more boldly. She ran her tongue slowly over his lips
and then slid it into his mouth, probing it, and then
she withdrew it and took his tongue into her own mouth. Their tongues
slid against each other, their lips nibbling, demanding, devouring,
and when their mouths parted they were both breathing hard.

"Julie
Li, for Christ–“ Michael panted. His hands had not touched her
during the kiss, but that had taken an effort, she knew. She saw that
they were trembling now.

"Then
let me loose,“ she whispered. "Unlock the cuffs and I won’t
be helpless any more. And I’ll be yours, Michael. All yours.”

He
was lost. Her heart gave a great leap as he rose and went to the
table to get the little key. He was going to let her loose! But he
wouldn’t just let her go, she knew that. He was stronger than she
was, she would have to trick him. She would have to give him what she
promised first. But that was all right. She really was aroused, very
aroused, from the restraint of the handcuffs, from thinking
about Sean and the class…there would still be time to get to that
class, if she could only…

Michael
was bending over her now, fitting the key in the hole at the base of
one of the cuffs. He turned it, the cuff snapped open and one wrist
was free. She didn’t wait for him to do the other one, but brought
her arms down immediately, reaching for him and pulling him down on
top of her. Her mouth found his again, and with one hand she reached
between them and hastily pulled down
his zipper.

“Julie…Julie, god…”
His hands were on her now, pushing up her top, finding her breasts.
She shifted beneath him as she pulled his cock free, getting into
position, arching to him, guiding him to her. “Wait, wait,”
he gasped. “Let me…”

But
she didn’t wait. She was very moist, and once she had him there he
slid quickly inside her with a great groan. Immediately she wrapped
her arms and legs around him, pulling him to her, and began to move
strongly and rhythmically, her hips pumping up and down. “Yes,
Michael,” she panted in his ear. “Yes, do it, Michael, oh
yes…” Squirming against his fully clothed body, tonguing his
ear, kissing his face, his mouth, moving harder, clutching at him. He
was gasping and moaning and she knew he wouldn’t last long. Sean, she
thought. Sean… And then she was coming, crying out as her body
spasmed. It took Michael over the brink, and she held onto him as he
spurted inside her, moaning
loudly.

Breathing
hard, he collapsed on top of her. “God, Julie, I…I’m sorry,
Dong. I didn’t mean to” he panted. “I didn’t…I wanted it
to be…”

"It’s
all right, Michael,“ she murmured. "It was good. It was
fine. Really.”

"Next
time will be better,“ he promised. "When we can…get our
clothes off and…and do it right…”

"Yes,
darling,“ she murmured. "We have plenty of time.” She
kissed him softly. Then she said, “Oh god, Michael, I’m–I’m
really thirsty. Could you–would you get me some water or something?”

"Of
course,“ Michael said. He got up then, hastily adjusting
himself, and with a tentative smile left the room.

As
soon as she heard him moving around in the kitchen, Julie leaped from
for the car, but she pulled out with a squeal of rubber and drove
away, going too fast for safety but leaving him behind.

She
could still make it, she thought, glancing at the clock on the
dashboard. If she hurried. There was just time. The last class. Would
jewelry. Poor Michael.

Poor
me.

She
got to the school and parked haphazardly in a no-parking zone right
in front. She didn’t bother to take her car keys, she had no place to
put them anyway. Rushing into the building, the ground rough on her
bare feet. Oh god, it was time, it was after time. Rushing through
the halls to her classroom, she was aware of people staring at her in
astonishment and shock. Gaping at her scanty,
wrinkled outfit, her bare feet, the hanging cuffs, the tears running
down her face.

The
classroom door was closed. She stopped outside it, panting with
exertion. And with fright. And excitement.

But
she didn’t open the door.

She
could still save herself.

She
could hear the students inside the room. Loud voices, talking,
shouting, arguing. Masculine voices.

Then "She’ll be here, I’m
telling you!” he was saying. “She’ll be here any minute, I
know she will! She can’t stay away. The fucking chink bitch does
everything I tell her! She’ll be crawling for all of us. So just
settle down, you guys, this is gonna be a ball!”

Julie
heard herself whimpering.

No,
she thought. I can still go. I don’t have to do this. Just turn
around and leave. Go back to China. Start over.

Please.

But
she couldn’t move.

Bowing
her head as if in defeat, she caught sight of the handcuffs again...

She
had to turn halfway around before she could get hold of the doorknob
and turn it with one cuffed hand.

A
White American businessman’s submissive Asian wife is methodically
transformed into a pet dog by her step son, with the full knowledge
and consent of the dominant boy’s dad.

She
is trained, subjugated, and dehumanized by her sadistic master.
Subsequently he takes full and legal ownership of her on her
husband’s untimely death. This is her true story.

Chapter
1

My
White stepson takes ownership of me

“Come
on, dad. You know as well as I do that your Asian wife is only cock
meat to you. You still love mum. Your new wife from China is just a
piece of yellow cunt. You enjoy showing her off in public to impress
your business clients. You know your clients love seeing her on your
arm, you know they enjoy ogling her big juicy tits and flirting with
her.”

“Dad,
I’m sixteen and I need a fuck badly and all I’m saying is I want
to dip my cock into your sexy asian wife as my first fuck. I want my
asian ste your wife to clock-up my
first cunt. Well it’s an asian but it still counts, right? Go ahead
Dad, it is really quite harmless what I’m suggesting to you. She’s
just a yellow cum dump. She’s not even human like a white woman.
She is a yellow slave and you know it. From Hong Kong or somewhere,
wherever you fou don’t love her and I know
you don’t even ride her regularly anymore.

“Dad,
you know what it was like at my age. My balls are bursting. I need
a cow, a cum dump. Let me use your sexy gook wife. Be a pal, let me
ride her, let me ream the slut’s slanted cunt, mouth and ass.”

Jack’s
needed in a woman. His new wife, an asian woman, was indeed only a
piece of fruit for Dan. Yes his son was absolutely right about
Chink, his sexy young Asian wife.

Dan
had started dating Chink four years ago and married her very quickly
after his wife died. Chink was still young, her 28th birthday was
coming this October.

“Jack,
Chink is my wife, but you are right. She is only a plaything to me,
used as a cum dump, nothing more. So yes, Jack, go ahead. Go ahead,
son, use her. Ride her as much as you want. But don’t tell her I
gave you permission. Fuck the gook cow, but don’t let it know I
allowed you. OK?”

“Thanks,
Dad. You are a pal, a real buddy. Thanks. I’ll start riding the
chink tomorrow when you leave for your business trip.”

“OK,
son, do that. I am proud of your determination and clarity of
purpose. Enjoy!”

This
was a conversation which I had overheard two years ago. Jack, Dan’s
son, my stepson, was still only in his teens. I had been standing at
became Jack’s plaything, his toy, his piece of chink cunt, as he
liked to say. And I in the same instant I stopped being his father’s
assertive, arrogant, and proudly dominant. And yes, I have always
found him much more exciting than his father, who is gentle and not
very demanding in bed. Jack has—ever since we first met—groped
me very often, in fact at every opportunity, ignoring my complaints
and attempts to push him away.

He
has on hundreds of occasions felt my big tits and made really crude
remarks to me. He has called me “Chink”, “Gook Cow”, “Cheap
Slut”, “Asian Cum Dump”, and many other degrading things, so
much so that he had nicknamed me “Chink”, which he casually used
among his friends, with his father and even while talking to me.
Occasionally
treating me. I got turned on incredibly by his manner with me. I
realized that I really came alive, was happy and vibrant each time
Jack visited his father at the weekend. The honest reality was that
I actually craved Jack’s touch. I craved and adored of being
humiliated by him.

I
hardly slept a wink that night. After hearing their conversation,
that Jack was going to fuck me the next day, knowing that Jack was
intending to seduce me, or better said, dump his superior white cum
in me, ride me—I was to be “reamed, used as an asian cumdump”,
the following day by my husband’s teenage son—I had not been
ed that both father and son
must knew that I actually get very turned on when white men treat me
like a cheap asian whore. It makes me so wet to be handled, talked
to, and dealt with as if I am a piece of property, an object, owned
by my white owners. I really adore being treated just as a piece of
cheap asian meat. I have never actually told my husband this. But I
am sure that he had noticed how excited I very often got when he took
me to social events and delibeflushed and embarrassed at
what one of Dan’s older business partners had said right to my face
at a party: “I bet your asian cow loves having those juicy udders
slapped hard, Dan. Let me have a go at her.” To my amazement Dan
just laughed at this as I got deep red in the face, my head swimming
after hearingo time.” My vagina actually went
into heavy spasms as Dan said this. I was speechless, dumbstruck,
confused, embarrassed, and incredibly turned-on. And, to be honest,
I actually wished that Dan would really thrash my “chink udders”
more often. He had only ever done that two or three times since we
had met, which was a great pity.

I
knew I would offer no resistance to Jack fucking me.
I had in the past very often been very unhappy with myself, torn
between the strong need and wish to be dominated, controlled, and
even abused and on the other hand scolding myself for being such a
dirty woman for having these thoughts, wishes, cravings. But
amazingly, as a result of hear absolute male authority
figure in my life, had approved of me becoming Jack’s slut. That
made Jack’s behavior suddenly OK, acceptable, even right and
appropriate in my mind. I knew my reaction was naïve. But still,
my struggle with my conscience, my upbringing, my education and
social values stopped. It was suddenly completely OK for me to be a
cow, a lowly gook cow for ale. I almost
fainted at the thought. I felt dizzy, and extremely happy. My cunt
spasmed and I orgasmed, without even touching myself. During the
orgasm I had highly erotic visions of how Jack would make me live out
my perverse, masochistic needs.

Jack
and I first met when he was only thirteen. Dan’s wife was still
alive then and I was his personal assistant at his company. Dan had
invited me to a gar an had no objection to Jack
groping me, in fact I later discovered that Dan actively encouraged
his son to feel me up. This explained Jack’s manner with me to a
degree. And as Jack developed as a teenager, so did his outrageous
treatment of me. even told me a few times,
right in the middle of situations where Jack was squeezing my big
tits, or even fingering my cunt, that I should learn to accept his
son’s advances. Dan always repeated: “Don’t resist now, be
compliant and docile towards my son. He is a white man just like me,
and as hing Dan had been
saying to me since I had met his son, Jack. But I never dreamed
where all of this would finally lead to.

I
got up on Sunday very early. My husband Dan was still fast asleep.
He had fucked me the evening before, but it was a typical quickie,
Dan then fell asleep minutes after he had emptied his balls into my
eager slit. I was in so much need to talk to my husband about Jack
and home his son’s cum dump. I wanted to
confess this to Dan, to simply admit it openly and honestly to him.

At
to be his asian cum dump. More than that, I was desperate for it. I
even fantasized about both of them fucking me at the same time.

I
become at my cunt and that he would also be able to smell that I was
highly excited. In fact this was exactly what happened.

Unbeknown
to me, what was about to happen was being recorded on Jack’s video
camera, which he had hidden in a corner of the kitchen, pointed
stop feeling me up at every opportunity and humiliating me all the
time.

Jack
appeared in the kitchen where I was sitting having a coffee. My
dog bowls. They were beaten, whipped, put into various stress
position in cruel torment, pilloried, stretched on rack, hanging
upside down, hogtied, etc. All those Asian women wore dog collars.
In one picture the woman held the leash out as if offering it to her
owner, her Master.ered myself to a powerful orgasm as
the thoughts washed over me that Jack really did intend to collar me.

In
the kitchen Jack casually poured himself a coffee and sat across from
me at our coffee bar.

“Good
morning, Chink. How are you today?” Chink has been the nickname
Jack ha
excited. That’s good. I like that.”

He
nonchalantly placed the black leather collar and leash in front of
me, right beside my cup of coffee, smiling from ear to ear as he did.
He positioned the collar and leash in such a way as to make it
absolutely clear to me that they were for me.

Before
I had a chance to say anything, he continued: “You look so lovely,
ass with my big cock.”

I
this blatant with me before. Obviously it had been important for
Jack to get his father’s permission to fuck me. This clearly
excited Jack a lot.

“Chink,
a white man like me has a really high sex drive. You might not be
cum into your gook pussy. I need to empty my balls into you, chink
cow. I need to use you as my personal chink cum dump.”

I
couldn’t speak. My whole body was shaking. I just sat there and
looked at the big bulge in his shorts. I could not look at his face.
I knew my face was deep red with embarrassment.

To
my amazement, Jack just stood up and slipped his jockey shorts down,
from the beautiful cockhead. Jack arrogantly stroked his proud cock
right in front of me, only inches away from my face.

“Get
had no choice. After all, Jack’s father had agreed to this. Jack’s
father had agreed that Jack can have me as his asian cum dump. Jack
knew that and so did I. The dominant teenager had, so to speak,
It was clear what I had to do. &nund his manly hole and I
sucked and licked vigorously, as expected. I tongued his ass lovingly
and lustfully for what seemed like ages. I was in heaven. His smell
and taste were intoxicating to me. I am his now. I knew and
understood this.

Jack
pulled me up roughly by my hair, pushing me onto the dining table,
grunting and mocking me. “OK, now take the biggest cock of your
life up your hot chink cunt.”

Jack
was hard again, to my amazement, and he commenced to fuck my face
again, this time with a vengeance, as if my mouth was just a wet
cunt. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back and
forth on ly, Jack spurted again, grunting really loudly,
another explosion of cum, this time partly down my throat and partly
over my face and hair.

“Stay
squatting, Chink. I will be back soon.” Jack was gone only a few
minutes. I did not move, remaining in a squatting position. I also
did not dare to try to do anything about his lovely cum covering my
face.

Jack
returned with his digital camera and told me to smile for the camera.
He took a lot of pictures of me, some very close to my cum coveredook a
lot more pictures before he told me to get up.

“OK,
chink. Here’s what I want you to do now.” He said I had to take
to my husband his morning coffee upstairs to his bedroom so that he
to learn very quickly what he meant by “taking ownership”.

“By
the way, don’t call my Dad by his first name any more. Don’t
call him Dan, call him only SIR from now on, at all times. And knock
on the bedroom door; don’t go in until dad gives his permission.
And duo;
Jack did not even ask me if I had an issue with any of this. He
simply assumed that I would follow his instruction.

I
become a dog to my White stepson.

I
walked to our bedroom, naked except for my stiletto heels, wearing my
dog collars
bowed. I was completely naked. The bite and slap marks on my face
and tits could not be overlooked.

“What
happened here? Well, well, well, what a lad is my Jack. He is a
fast worker, my boy.” Dan, my husband, did not actually talk
directly to me. It was as if he was only thinking aloud, as if I
his wife. I could not speak. I was dumbstruck. I put the coffee
tray down on the side table and made sure I did not have eye contact
with my husband. I could not look him in the eye. At that point,
Dan threw back the bed covers revealing that he was naked with a
strong erection. He jumped out of bed, stood in front of me.

“Squat
and suck my prick, bitch. Get started, now.”

I
had never heard Dan talk to me in that way. I heard myself say “Yes,
Sir.” It felt appropriate and right to say.

Dan
fucked my mouth with a vengeance. He pumped his stiff cock in and
out of my mouth, pushing it viciously down my throat in a way he had
amazed. To be honest, I was highly delighted to have experienced his
sexual rage in this way. I knew I wanted more, much more.

My
husband’s new behavior was a huge erotic turn-on for me. I need to
realized that my husband was now proving himself to be an expert at
treating me like a piece of shit. He was learning from his son, Jack.

Dan,
after spurting his load into my mouth and all over my face, simply
walked out of the room and into the bathroom in the hall, without
saying a word to me. I waited for him to come back into our bedroom.
He didn’t. I heard the familiar sound of the house door opening
downstairs and then a moment later Dan’s car driving away from our
house.

I
was still very light-headed and shaky after the events of the
moclit
and with my other hand, fed myself the lovely sperm, scooping up the
globs in my hand and eating it. I came violently, collapsing on the
floor.

After
a few minutes I recovered. I wondered if Jack was still downstairs.
I decided not to dress, but simply stay in my stilettos. This was
probably what Jack would expect, and I didn’t want to upset him in
any way. So I didn’t wash, leaving the remains of the cum on my
body.

When
I went back downstairs I immediately found a letter from Dan which
was addressed to me, which was lying at the inside of our front house
door. When I read Dan’s letter I was dumbstruck.

“My
dear Chink,

“I
left this morning on a business trip for a week, just shortly after
our fun in the bedroom this morning, which I thoroughly enjoyed. You
can look forward to more of this on my return.

“On
my return I will be examining the progress Jack makes with you. Be a
of accommodating young Jack and his healthy attitude and towards you.

“I
know you will accept your new status with grace and develop well in
and I approve fully. I am absolutely delighted with his plans for
you. I am very, very proud of my son Jack.

“My
good friend Dr. Kaufman has agreed to write a note for your boss at
the office, excusing you from going to work the whole of the coming
week. He will give the note to Jack tomorrow to send to your boss.

“I
want this to happen. Jack will transform you. Again I stress, my
son has my full approval to do anything he wants with you. Just do
as you are ordered. Jack’s happiness and pleasure is your top
priority.

“Sincerely
yours,

Dan.”

I
heard Jack calling me from the kitchen. “Chink, get your fucking
ass over here immediately.”

I my
hole. I started to object, shouting, wishing him to stop, in abject
despair of pain and humiliation. But he only pounded at me even
harder.

“Don’t
talk. I do not allow you to talk. You are only allowed to bark and
whine, just like a dog. Because as of now, you are a dog, you are my
pet dog and my pet dog doesn’t speak.”

I
felt my face burning. I must have been deep red with shame and
humiliation. I could not believe what Jack was saying to me. My
stomach was churning and my head was swimming as I started to
comprehend his words.

“Bark,
doggy, bark.” He continued to ream my ass, shouting loudly at me,
ordering me to bark like a dog. I did. I started to bark and bark
and bark. Jack came again,in an explosion. This time he did not pull
out. His big cock stayed in my asshole.

Then
Jack started to speak very slowly, his whole body on top of me,
crushing me. He spoke into my right ear: “As long as you are in
divorce papers now. I will be taking my rightful ownership of you.
You are my property. I am not asking you to agree, I am telling you
nd acceptance that you are my pet
woman, my pet dog, squat at my feet and bark your acceptance of your
new life. Or, tell me to fuck off. Tell me to fuck of and go pack
your things and go back to China. You have two minutes to decide. No
questions, no talking, no discussion. Just decide on your future
now, doggy.” His mouth was still at my ear. He sounded so
powerful.

Jack
got up, pulling his cock out of my ass with an audible plop.

“Get
up, dog woman, stand up and face me.”

I
was trembling visibly. I could not return his gaze; I lowered my
head, looking at his throbbing white cock. It looked so magnificent.
he already was my Master.

“Squat
at my feet and bark your acceptance of your new life, dog.”

I
knew that I could not walk away from him and this new situation. Jack
started to stroke his wonderful cock again in front of my face. I
knew that I was now his—his property, or more specifically, his
dog. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped down to a squatting
incredibly violent orgasm erupted in my cunt. I gasped for breath,
unable to bark, shuddering at the feet of my Master.

Clearly
that was the moment I became a dog. My transformation had begun. My
transformation from being a married Asian wife with a very
comfortable lifestyle into becoming a subhuman animal, a pet dog, had
started.

“Good
dog, good dog.” Jack patted my head. “Now listen, I will say this
only once: Never attempt to speak again, bitch. If you ever speak as
of now, you will be put to death, immediately.“

That
was how it started, my life as a dog.

My
transformation happened rapidly after that event. Jack became my
owner, Dan divorced me but Jack allowed him access to me as a dog.

Jack’sly unable to resist.
I could not have gotten away in that moment. He had me trapped in
his sheer power. His domination of me was breathtaking. I knew I
wanted it. I had been craving this for a long time. I could not
resist Jack. He was totally in control of me.

That
evening, as I lay there on the floor at the foot of Jack’s bed, as
his dog, I realized that in many ways Jack had been prepping me for
this since I had gotten married to his father. It became clear to me
that Jack had been manipulating both Dan and me in this direction
over the past four years. And his plan had worked well.

Jack
had come a long way from the times he would fondle me when he would
be feeling me up at every opportunity. Jack had been allowed by his
father to access me each time he visited me from his boarding school.
birthday present, he had said.

And
now Jack is my master. And I am his obedient dog.

Obviously
Dan had not only agreed to this, but actually encouraged Jack to
“transform” me, as Dan put it. And for myself, over the four
year period since I had known Jack, I had become more and more
fantasizing about him brutally dominating me, using me, and abusing
me.

I
lay there on the floor at the foot of the bed waiting for Jack. Jack
had led me upstairs by my dog leash after our intensive session in
until he allowed me to stop. Only as we got to his room and he told
me to lie on the floor and wait for him was I allowed to stop
barking. “Stay”, Jack said, and went for a shower.

My
husband is delighted

Dan
came home on Sunday morning. I had been Jack’s dog now for justse
way that I really enjoyed this ritual. I licked my Masters face
obediently, cleaning his nose, his nostrils, his lips with my doggy control of me, and his magnificent power
over me. And every morning licking Jack’s face obediently was
followed by sucking his lovely big cock, being allowed to receive his
first load of hot sperm down my accommodating and greedy throat.

So
when Dan, Jack’s father and my ex-hubby, returned home on the
following Saturday afternoon, the first thing he was greeted by was
his son’s pet dog, naked, barking and on all fours, wearing its
collar and leash.

Two
years later

animals. They make a lot of money from this. They have me
advertised in an internet forum, stating that I can be rented for
training and abuse.

To
be continued …

Chapter
2 They took me to Dan’s partner’s farm. He has five horses and
three rotties.